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POSTED ON Nov 7, 2020 22:40:36 GMT

As the ferry touted its air horn as the crew sat down their luggage on the shore. A pang of dread filled his spine.

No electronics, no infrastructure, no civilization.

Technically it was a League assignment and worse yet it was his idea to partake. The ferry would return eventually. There was only a limited amount of damage he could do to himself in that time even if he tried.

If push came to shove Ranton could always be the transport back to the mainland. There was nothing she couldn't fight off to fend for her beloved trainer. Remembering that last Nihilego that had escaped into sea after the League assault post-Lilycove and not to mention Kyogre itself that could have been anywhere the sea covered, the reminder of his own mortality bubbled to the surface.

Then he turned around.

A sprawling jungle, a substantial stretch of shore that would make for a plausible beachhead, and seven days to get a proper lay of the land. There were untold plants and animals but all things considered, it was going to be fun getting back to island life.

Even if it was more hardcore here than how he grew up Cinnabar.

"I can't believe I talked you into this. What did I say?" He turned to Cait licking his lips as he put up his hair. "Something about 'having a whole world to ourselves' and sex on the beach, under the stars?"

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POSTED ON Nov 9, 2020 5:24:08 GMT

"i recall you saying that - only you were way more explicit about the whole thing as opposed to romantic."

cait appeared unperturbed by the prospect of making do with the supplies in her pack and little else. she'd ventured into the woods and survived before, the lessons drilled into her since she was naught more than a child of ten years. her family was aware that such lessons were crucial, especially to their respective brood. and while this particular setting was far more tropical and humid than she would have liked, she still felt confident enough to press onward without fear.

"you'll be fine," she said. "there's nothing to it."

cait made sure they each packed appropriately for the trip, their bags filled with supplies that ranged from water filters to a tent that they could both comfortably occupy. she'd produce a map that vaguely laid out where they could get water - and the areas they should be wary of.

'at least they gave us this. better than nothing, i suppose.'

"we'll head to the nearest water," she began. "afterwards we'll focus on collecting and filtering out the water, setting up shelter and then we'll worry about food. our own edibles won't last us, after all."

she tucked away her map and grabbed for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"ready to get started?"

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POSTED ON Nov 9, 2020 18:49:59 GMT

"Hmmmm." He hadn't remembered being crass about the two of them spending some time in seclusion. Or rather, what he'd said, didn't feel terribly sexualized.

Maybe the time away from society would be a good chance to do some social reprogramming. As much as he loved flipping and tossing Cait around, it would have been nice to have a better lock on how he communicated with her. It mattered that she knew sex wasn't the only thing on his mind.

Then again. The way she took his hand and squeezed it told him their communication was already impeccable.

All the more reason to keep working on it he mused. You didn't stop exercising just because you had the body you wanted; maintenance was always a thing in anything worth having.

"After camp is set, I'll need to do some scouting. If the sun hasn't set by then I'll do some fishing." Despite the locale of 'island' when it came down to it, her upbringing probably trumped his despite actually growing up on an island as a child, and fending for himself on the streets after that.

He wasn't embarrassed per sé but even he noticed the over-compensations forming in his brain.

"I want to make sure that map can be trusted." He'd let her take the lead, focusing on letting her shine in her element rather than fight to be the big-shot that didn't need any help.

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POSTED ON Nov 9, 2020 19:17:15 GMT

the woman was entirely oblivious of sénon's concerns, but it was likely because she hadn't taken offense to her boyfriend's sexual side. her libido aligned well enough with his, though she was comparatively more subtle about her needs. in the end the man made her feel wanted, his charm heavily interlaced with his desire - which had won her over with a startling ease.

"i'll gather the vegetables and fruits then."

she'd likely have a stronger grasp on determining just how edible the local foliage was. additionally, cait was more at home plucking and figuring her way around vegetation than hunting for meat.

"c'mon."

the woman selected a spot that was a short walk from a slim river, determining that the water was passable quality-wise and could be easily filtered. she'd assign sénon the task of setting up their tent and clearing out their 'piece of paradise', the girl adamantly preparing a pit with a small shovel that would serve as their impromptu toilet. the jungle caused her to work up a small sweat, the humid air leaving the woman only slightly winded when they were done.

'so this is the kind of world an islander thrives in.'

"take this," she said.

she pressed a plastic water bottle in his hands, having plucked it from his own pack.

"make sure to take sips while you're out fishing. and bring one of your pokemon along."

cait was well aware that sénon could care for himself, but in an environment like this one she couldn't help but worry. she had brought out her own companion which had came in the form of a large toucannon, the pokemon glaring suspiciously at their immediate surroundings.

"good luck and be safe."

she'd turn back to getting a fire pit started, humming to herself as she worked.

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POSTED ON Nov 10, 2020 2:32:49 GMT

A toucannon was a good call considering the locale, Sénon had left his back at the PC. Now that he thought about it, this whole venture might have been a good opportunity to let his entire roster stretch their legs, wings, talons, fins other appendages.

There was more than enough space for the lot of them to make themselves at home without wandering too far away. It would have been a nice set up for Cait to be among his brood in its entirety. He still didn't have the numbers she had but they were growing week and considering how many of them were younglings, she would have melted in the sands at the sight of them.

It was dirty trick to use his 'babymon' to disarm women but he wasn't above it. Part of reason it even worked was because the runts actually adored him which was testament to how he treated and raised them.

Case in point. A pokéball flung to the sands would expel one of his most youngest and yet, most trusted and capable.

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"Jūken, stay here with Cait. The way you guard me? Guard her." With a matured nod the Riolu gave his master/father a martial bow and made the woman the center of his focus.

It was cute and quite telling how her maternal instincts seemed to take over driving her to remind him to drink and be careful. He had to respect it given his instincts to protect her in this unknown unchecked place came rolling in like a power tide. Hence; Jūken.

From another Pokéball manifested Hiei the hellion, slapping his tail at the sands, and looking for an obstacle to conquer. Waking up its back from the tail the ranger gave a vocal command and it swam out to sea a ways before beating its wings to achieve lift; sparing Cait and the camp a mini sandstorm.

Taking off north by air he'd left her map behind, seeking to map the island mentally as he'd done when entering a new town in his youth. With dusk a ways off he had the time to do a thorough mapping before it was time to fish.

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POSTED ON Nov 10, 2020 2:58:51 GMT

cait was unsurprisingly fond toward little jūken, treating him as she would a child who was mature for their age. she'd never address him as anything less than his name or his gender, the woman showing him the appropriate amount of respect whilst occasionally doting on him.

"you've grown a bit, jūken," she remarked, eyeing him curiously.

she allowed him to stand watch and didn't mind his presence as she scouted out the plant life. everything that was indubitably edible was stored away within a bag, neatly bundled with tan-colored twine that she had stowed away on her person.

'a tropical soup made with the local vegetation. let's hope i can throw together something half-decent.'

a colorful combination was harvested and sliced into, the girl lightly experimenting with their flavors before she brought her prize back into camp. water was collected next and a pot was placed and filled with the carefully filtered liquid, the fire lit below and ingredients tentatively added one by one. it was an entirely experimental recipe, the girl sipping and tasting it until she prepared that vaguely resembled a traditional vegetable soup; the addition of pepper and salt adding onto its savory taste.

"that works, i think."

she'd rather save the food they brought along for later on or for emergencies. and she was looking forward to seeing senon's haul, wondering if the man had any luck.

"as long as he doesn't bring back a barboach..."

that particular fish had the tendency to taste awful; and there wasn't any amount of seasoning nor preparation that could fix the rubbery flavor and texture of its meat.

"come here, jūken. taste this for me. what do you think?"

she blew on a spoon filled with the brown liquid, presenting it to the pokemon.

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POSTED ON Nov 10, 2020 3:30:57 GMT

Having spent some time at his master's side in Cait's cabin the Riolu was quite used to the woman and liked the reassuring shape and feel of her aura. He'd even taken notice that Sénon's aura became warmer and larger in her presence. He was too young to understand the details of what that meant but even by instinct he could tell this person made his master a better and happier person.

In guarding her he shifting between making his presence known to her by standing somewhere obvious in her line of sight, other moments he would disappear in a fast patrol of the surroundings.

Quietly he wondered what Sénon and "big Hiei" were up to and if they needed him. When his mind wandered a bit he'd begin to play in the sand only for his more diligent-side to kick in and then he was back to business.

It was between patrols while "lady Cait" prepared a meal the he doodled in the sand only to be asked to try her food. drinking in the spoonful offered to him his cheeks lifted into a bashful smile. It wasn't as good as stewpot curries his master made for him and the others, the ones they all sat and ate together. No this wasn't as good as that, but it was tastes he'd never had before and her auras relaxed him enough to enjoy what she offered.

Fixing his fuzzy paws he gave her a "thumbs up" as best he could in a closed-eye, closed-mouth smile.

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Circling the island twice the ranger began to commit to memory the denser areas of vegetation and the movements of grounded pokémon scattering from the flying shadow.

Flying low enough to disturb a thicket of densely packed trees he'd notice a grouping of unfeazant scattering about. Swinging back around he landed to cut the plump birds off Hiei's FLAMETHROWER making a long hunt hours shorter.

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POSTED ON Nov 10, 2020 21:33:26 GMT

her own pokemon had taken easily to sénon's presence, cait escorting him around her land having aided in familiarizing her personal assortment of living creatures to the crimson-haired beau. the only one who had openly questioned her relationship with the man had been her hypno. following the invasion of her home and her brief abduction, her psychic-type had grown increasingly wary of the unfamiliar.

she'd questioned her mistress's choice, but she could not deny that sénon had been good for her. the formerly lonely woman had perked up, a dramatic shifting in mood having occurred as her relationship solidified. yet the psychic-type sought to be the metaphorical murkrow upon her shoulder, tamping down on the woman's expectations

- he may grow bored, - hypno had drawled, her pinprick gaze narrowing as she occupied cait's recent memory. - or develop an interest in another woman. males are notorious for that, are they not? -

cait had merely cast her a pointed look, refraining from mentioning that the white-maned pokemon's opinion was tainted. her hypno had a failed string of relationships, a few children betraying her sordid history with past mates.

"toucannon? can you hunt down some fruit," she called.

the pokemon released a trilling noise, flapping their wings as they noisily made their exit. she'd return to sampling her meal in the bird's absence, curbing the edge of her own hunger as she did so. a few hours had passed already if her wristwatch was to be believed, the woman producing a plump novel to preoccupy herself as time stretched. she'd lean against a tree, flipping through it as the soup was kept warm.

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POSTED ON Nov 13, 2020 4:03:36 GMT

Butchering meat was nasty business. As much as he could look at a bowl of cleaned fish meat or raw meatball and think of it only as soon-to-be sustenance, it was different job and different thickness of skin you needed to derive those indiscriminate meats from a living creature.

In some people the thought alone was enough to trigger some desire to sustain their own lives without taking life from another. In others it demanded of them a higher respect for the creature that gave its life and its flesh so that they might live.

Hiei had his fill putting two unfeazant to his personal barbecue before swallowing them whole. It was a little unnerving to watch a pokémon of his to feast as if it were still in the wild but he reasoned that the Salamence was simply doing what he was his master doing and was probably just as unnerved to see a human cutting pokémon to pieces.

He seldom went anywhere without his tanto and while not exactly a chef's knife it was more than sharp enough to cut the poultry to pieces after proper prep. Find a stream, water wash the body, pluck the feathers, gut and remove the innards, cut the remainder to sections and wash each again.

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Returning to camp he unloaded the chopped and edible remains of two plump game birds. "You didn't bring any salt or find any lemons did you?" The swelling pride he felt seeing his little lady cooking and holding down the home base was purely neanderthalic.

With a little time left before the sun set fully, if she gave too much fuss over poultry he still had time to find fish.

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POSTED ON Nov 13, 2020 5:03:46 GMT

"no lemon, i'm afraid. but i have salt and pepper aplenty."

her expression lit up at the sight of the neatly sliced bird meat, the girl happily accepting uncooked unfeazant. and while she couldn't discern it's species, she could tell that it was indeed avian in quality.

'it's been washed too,' she noted. 'less work for me to do.'

despite having expected fish flesh, cait appeared satisfied enough by what would soon serve as their dinner. she'd layer the already heated grill with a thin layer of grease, seasoning the bird evenly on both sides before gingerly placing it there to be cooked. the aroma it produced bordered on heavenly as the bit of fat attached to the meat sizzled, a hungry gleam present within the girl's eyes.

her gaze eventually lifted to settle upon sénon, the young woman noting the pleased look in his eye. she wondered if he fancied the picture they made - and cait could see why it satisfied him. the only inaccuracies that could be found was the lack of clothing made from fur and no infant being playfully bounced in one arm.

she tittered softly to herself, feeling her cheeks grow hot at the image alone.

"thank you for hunting for the two of us," she said. "my talents lie elsewhere - obviously."

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POSTED ON Nov 14, 2020 23:10:59 GMT

He'd wanted to acid wash the chicken with lemon juice or salt before trying to cook it but with two water rinses and pure fire to make the difference he supposed the formal culinary precautions weren't necessary. So low as they were nourished and they together, it was enough.

The smell of seasonings on his bird made for a great symbolism of their ability to work together as a couple.

When she rested against him he wrapped an arm around her, his frontal groping an obvious signal of where his mind was and the kiss on the corner of her lips a an indication that he was holding back the rest of it until her desires matched his own. "We make a good team."

Here on this island away from the world, it felt like a good place to plant more seeds of intent. "Raising a kid together would come natural." How many times could he imply children until Cait went baby-crazy.

In truth he wasn't really ready to make Cait a mother but the implant and whether or not to remove it he'd left to her to decide. He himself abandoning the formal use of protection during their moments of congress.

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POSTED ON Nov 14, 2020 23:31:07 GMT

she considered the man as the meat was being evenly grilled, taking him in and tossing his words about within her mind's eye. despite their modern sensibilities, it became increasingly obvious that sénon's mindset leaned toward more traditional values. modern males - especially the younger ones - often shied away from the prospect of managing the welfare of a child.

but then she pondered over his age which was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight. a man of his years was likely intent on having children before he grew too old to keep up, his instinct veering him down a path that led him toward a suitable woman to settle down with. cait mulled over this, genuinely flattered that he considered her a good enough candidate to potentially take on the role.

"we would," she admitted, openly taking notice to the underlying message beneath his words.

it was something she'd need to think about at length. because the question of 'am i ready' frequently popped up, the girl taking into consideration her life and her youth. it was easy enough - the act of creating a child - it was everything else that brought on complications.

"perhaps after i'm married - i'll consider the prospect of having children more seriously."

the only time they had worn protection in the form of rubber had been their first and second encounter. but after he had gotten to know her, he hadn't bothered. and cait was comfortable in the knowledge that he was healthy, so she allowed him the increased comfort of going without. her implant was more than effective enough to keep her childfree - and only a minor surgery would free her of it.

"but only after."

she dipped into the lightly seasoned stew, filling a wooden bowl and handing it over to him.

"here's something while we wait on the meat, baby."

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POSTED ON Nov 15, 2020 3:13:38 GMT

There was a guarded sense of finality in her "but only after" it wasn't selfishness nor cold feet that would make her say such a thing. Everyday that passed gave their relationship more validity and justified the intensity of their connection. It was a good thing Cait wasn't offering herself up to be his designated baby-maker.

It was accountability and self-control that required her, to require him, to make a wedded woman out of her before she irrecoverably changed her life for him. She gave him as much as she could as is, their libidos were a healthy match and not only did he seldom have to convince or otherwise motivate her into sex, but with the implant replacing rubber protection their nights (and mornings) together was nirvana.

He really would have to dial back the baby references a little until he was adamant about becoming a father, teasing her about something he wanted but wasn't ready for was pointless even if it was mildly fun. Taking the bowl he sipped at the broth like it was tea, taking in the flavor.

It was good enough to make him smirk and he did so enjoy when she called him "baby".

For a moment he went beyond them in time as he looked up at the stars, they were beautiful and plentiful and he couldn't wait to hear the sounds Cait made as she stared up them while he worked her to the edge of physical bliss. Out here all alone, she could be as loud as she wanted to be. "Thank you for holding down the camp."

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POSTED ON Nov 15, 2020 8:52:25 GMT

she hadn't expected the praise - but she welcomed it, her heart glad.

"you're welcome."

the little smile that twisted her lips spoke volumes, a serene look etched onto her face. the light of the flames soon illuminated their temporary settlement, their meal ready. cait portioned it out properly, gifting him the majority. she required little in comparison, contenting herself with her share of meal.

'he'll need it,' she thought. 'especially since he'll be out there far more often than me. and that's a lot of calories being burned away.'

"i'm thinking about bathing in the river tomorrow. i know we're only a day in - but i'd rather not go without."

additionally, if they were going to be intimate she had every intention of cleaning up in the aftermath. and the wipes she had brought along could only do so much. cait figured he'd join her, especially since she'd be going without clothing.

"oh!"

her toucannon returned, unceremoniously depositing what appeared to be a strangely-shaped fruit into her lap. the flying-type immediately flew to their perch, returning to sentry duty.

"i nearly forgot."

she raised the large food item, her brows furrowing lightly.

"it's a kelpsy berry. i guess this could work as a dessert. we could boil or eat it raw. what do you think, top chef?"

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